Saturday, July 28, 2012

Scent of a Flower, Blood of a Wolf : Wolf's Rain REVIEW

         Useful notes: The post in named after the title of the seventeenth episode of Wolf's rain.
I recommend you play this song for a more sensational reading. [click]

         The ambiguous ending of Wolf’s Rain proved to hinder the viewers’ from reaching the satisfaction requisite at the end of each cherished animé. From to  , reviewers could not refrain from observing that the show offers a great disappointment especially on the level of the resolution . A show during which one can have no command on both brain and tears fails to meet the expectations of the viewers who longed for a less confusing end. What I also deduced is that the four RECAP episodes, which were by the way unaired in the US, have driven the viewers a bit contemptible. In fact, they entailed a rough reproach because the only new thing it introduced to the audience was an amazing song entitled “Tell Me What The Rain Knows” composed by the legendary Yoko Kanno and sung by the wonderful Maaya Sakamoto. The criticism mainly rebuked these four episodes which seem to have a sole aim: It is to stretch out the show to reach thirty episodes. For this reason, the viewer ends up growing weary. The idea of recapitulation, being superfluous and burdensome, is thus not much of a genius idea.
          Encountering such opinions, I had to pave a way to my own point of view.  Ever since I watched the animé in 2006, I felt bound to loosen the ties around my personal view concerning the show. The idea grew with me; but it has not been developed until recently for I was lacking both style and language to express it. My own explanation of the ending has fed on my beliefs and personal perspective of the world. Far from being disappointed, my tears were shed for the might of the message conveyed throughout the story.
          Paradise is ubiquitous. It resides inside of its believer. “Where I fly is hell [paradise], myself am hell [paradise] “to reformulate John Milton’s words from Paradise Lost.. Or should I say Paradise Resurrected?  It is true that the last episode is soaked in bleak pessimism: Lord Darcia’s misleading words constrain us to think that it is fruitless to nourish oneself with a sense of belonging in and an obligation towards the clan. According to him, one has but oneself to look after. The rest are but obstacles. It is needless to heed attention to what holds one back. Nonetheless, Lord Darcia’s speech did not influence me much because I knew the true source of those words. His callous-hearted nature, his unjustified cruelty and obviously well-deserved curse put him in the shadows when it comes to giving advice.  Reversing the spell foretells the necessity of belonging in order to preserve a sense of pride, and hence a strongly-entrenched identity. Lord Darcia has lost himself in the process of transformation: Being a noble classifies him in a precise category; but attaining the form of a wolf rejects him to an undisclosed position. A cursed half-lord half-wolf – who was doomed to lose the love of his life Amona — was driven to avenge her death by massacring what, is already threatened with extinction.  The wolves are a symbol of sacredness as they are the only ones capable of opening Rakuen. They gain an important level of holiness not for this matter only, but because being endangered goes back to the fact that they form a clan. 
The RECAP episodes are, to my fancy, a means to shed light on the thread linking the four wolves. Four episodes for four wolves.. Not a very bad idea, by the end. They serve as a reminder of what connects these creatures to each other. They depict their story from the very beginning to the end, almost like a bildugsroman putting emphasis on their social and psychological development. Eventually, they grew to be a kin, united for the same cause, guided towards one destination with one key to paradise and one destiny. Assembled, they form a well-knit community which is almost the rarest thing to be found. This state of perfectibility cannot, of course, be stained. That is why Kiba, the last survivor, does not kill Darcia as the latter unknowingly poisons himself with Chesa’s blood. Being loathed by the purest of creatures, he gets to be completely sacked out of paradise.
            Undoubtedly, evil cannot be entirely exterminated from the world. It can hide between the white flowers like a harmless “worm” with “no teeth for the present”; but “in time” it will “breed” “venom”. This metaphor, originally used by Shakespeare’s Macbeth brings out an undeniable truth in life: The chain of malice never ends. A sorrowing fact to admit; but it is only because the world needs to be balanced with both the good and evil forces existing in it.
The following is a construction of musings inspired by Lord Darcia’s statement.
There is neither perfect happiness, or joy, or life. This is because it [life] also does not contain perfect sadness, misery or death.

This impossible existence of wholesomeness drives one insane.
It compels us to strive In order to reach the perfect state. 
Then, inevitably, we drift away when we meet with reality. 
Not so pleasant. Do we keep deluding ourselves? 
Is it our nature to wretch and prefer to be confined in a dream,
A boundless dream?
Nothing is enough for us. We dream of the impossible. 
We admit its impossibility and yet we live to reach it. 
We breathe in our despair and exhale all hopes for change. 
It is utterly ludicrous to build a future upon mere fantasies and to construct plans based on unrealistic visions.
How discreditable it is to be so remote from the world.                               
                   Oh world of reveries, ensnare us not in your spider web.
We have a present to live fully, to ponder thoroughly upon our futile existence for it should be fructified and prettified. 
Goodbye Hyacinth garden.            
        I reckon you and I cannot be unified. 
Long-sought Rakuen, keep calling me.           
         I have not abandoned the quest.  
 The luring moon will be always there to remind me of you. 
It will draw my path and lead me to infinity 
where all ends and all lives.

They say there’s no such place… as Paradise. Even if you search to the ends of the Earth, there’s nothing there. No matter how far you walk, it’s always the same road. It just goes on and on. But, in spite of that… Why am I so driven to find it? A voice calls to me… It says, “Search for Paradise.

Why do humans always look to the sky? Why do you try so hard to fly when you don’t have any wings?

I particularly liked a comment on YouTube which I find relative to my topic and worth sharing.
“  As humans we are always trying to find our purpose in life and hoping that what we do here on earth is not in vain. We continue searching for "ourselves" and living our lives in hopes that one day we might find a paradise. We all hope to be able live in a world where there is no worries and there is no pain and we can finally be free...but sometimes you begin to think if "paradise" is just a fairy tale. Like Quent said,"The thing about fairy tales is . . . there's always some truth in 'em."   ”


  1. I like what you wrote about one of my favorite manga forever :) you know I have the same opinion

    1. I am honored that you took the time to read the review my dear and most certainly happy that you share my opinion =D